"Is she large or small?" asked Reggie.
"She is about your size," said Montague,--which was very small
indeed.
Alice entered at this moment in a new spring costume. Reggie sprang
to his feet, and greeted her with his inevitable effusiveness.
When he asked, "Do you know her, too?"
"Who? Lucy?" asked Alice. "I went to school with her."
"Judge Dupree's plantation was next to ours," said Montague. "We all
grew up together."
"There was hardly a day that I did not see her until she was
married," said Alice. "She was married at seventeen, you know--to a
man much older than herself."
"We have never seen her since that," added the other. "She has lived
in New Orleans."
"And only twenty-two now," exclaimed Reggie. "All the wisdom of a
widow and the graces of an ingenue!" And he raised his hands with a
gesture of admiration.
"Has she got money?" he asked.
"She had enough for New Orleans," was the reply. "I don't know about
New York."
"Ah well," he said meditatively, "there's plenty of money lying
about."
He took Alice away to her devotions, leaving Montague to the
memories which the mention of Lucy Dupree awakened.
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